Lin Qiubai's cold voice rang in his ears.

The scolding was so harsh that Wan Haihao remained calm but his heart was not beating.

He has gradually become accustomed to the other party's speaking style.

Although Lin Qiubai is a cold-hearted person who is not a stranger, in fact, he is just caring about himself in a special way.

Wan Haihao is sure that he is not being self-indulgent!

This is the conclusion he came to after careful thinking and thinking.

The eyes are the window of the human mind.

The eyes may be lie, but the pride of the seven-rotating sword head made Lin Qiubai disdain to use any false and impolite methods.

After two days of teaching, Wan Haihao had already vaguely felt...

Although Lin Qiubai's attitude was not good, he had completely given up the idea of ​​taking over his body.

In addition, Lin Qiubai is a very responsible person.

Without looking at his expression or tone, at least he did not refuse to answer any questions from the students.

Thinking of this, Wan Haihao's eyes fell on the sword between his knees, and his attention was slowly concentrated.

He felt that his talent was pretty good in the Seven-Rotation Swordsmanship.

The next day, I could vaguely sense an invisible spirituality flowing out of my eyebrows and slowly merged into the sword.

Compared with most ordinary members, I don’t know how many times it will be stronger.

It is not appropriate to say that this is a famous teacher who produces a high disciple.

After all, only Wan Haihao and Zhu Hanyi have practiced the Seven-Rotation Sword Art to this level now.

After careful calculation, it happened that Caolu Academy and Qinglian Academy were one.

"What a pity, Brother Ran has other important things to do, he has no time and energy to concentrate on practicing swordsmanship."

To be honest, Wan Haihao finally understood Su Qiangwei's mood now.

He wanted to see Lin Qiubai betrayed.

In the past two days, Wan Haihao had fantasized about the scene where Ma Ran had an epiphany in one second and entered the second realm of Jiandao in a blink of an eye.

If that situation really happened, Lin Qiubai's expression would be very exciting, right?

Unfortunately, after yesterday's seven-rotation kendo teaching ended, Ma Ran decided not to come over again.

Here are Ma Ran’s original words—

"I have learned all the sword realms and sword realms and have gained a lot of inspiration."

"but……"

"The practice step by step is too low and time-consuming."

"I plan to push my internal energy to nine sections first."

Unexpectedly, it is reasonable.

Not an ordinary person, why do you have to take the ordinary path?

This is not the first time Ma Ran has done such a thing.

As soon as he thought of this, Wan Haihao blinked and suddenly realized that he was distracted again.

This time, Lin Qiubai just looked here lightly and did not directly scold him.

“…”

So, after all, I am a rotten wood. Even if I look bright, I will still be given up, right?

A helpless smile appeared on Wan Haihao's face. He tried to concentrate again, but he felt a slight tingling sensation in the skin between his eyebrows and a slight tingling sensation in his eye sockets.

He knew that this was a sign of spiritual exhaustion and he needed rest.

In this state, barely practicing the seven-rotation sword art will not bring any benefits, but may lead to a regression in the realm and become more wasteful as you practice.

Lin Qiubai's tone was calm and his eyes were indifferent: "Only cowards would care about other people's opinions."

This glance seemed to see through all Wan Haihao's mental journey.

Wan Haihao scratched his head.

It's obviously a misunderstanding...

The other party did not scold him to wake him up because he worked hard enough to practice the Seven-Rotation Sword today, and his physical and mental aspects have reached the limit. If he bit his cheek and worked hard, it is not called "transcending the limit", it is called self-destruction of his future.

The Seven-Rotto Sword Dao is mysterious and mysterious. In Ma Ran's words, it is difficult to get started, difficult in the middle, and even more difficult to end.

Even so, it relies on the material world. Just like exercising the body, it also requires the basic law.

Moderate exercise can strengthen the body. Exercise excessively can lead to muscle strains, damage to the organs and even functional failure.

From this point of view, Lin Qiubai did not remind him, but was a kind of concern.

Wan Haihao felt that he should explain.

I am not a coward, I am just delicate and sensitive to the outside world.

But then he thought, isn’t a person like him just cowardly in Lin Qiubai’s eyes?

After a bitter smile, Wan Haihao put the long sword into the sheath, and was about to start cultivating his inner energy, the sound of a little slapped boy suddenly rang in his ears.

"Just talk but not practice, fake move!"

Wu Di's voice was loud and his voice was loud. As soon as he opened his mouth, he sucked all the students' attention.

He looked at Lin Qiubai with a bright look: "Old Huang said you are very strong."

"He said that practicing the seven-rotation sword art with you is more promising than simply following the Black Rock martial arts."

"But I don't believe it!"

"I want to give it a try."

"Are you qualified to be my teacher?"

Hearing this, Wan Haihao's awkward emotions instantly dissipated.

He admitted that he had psychological problems, but not all the Caolu Academy were normal.

At least in terms of the head-on, Wan Haihao is willing to call Wu Di the strongest!

When he was in Fulan Academy, Wu Di was excluded because he was so stupid that his files were transferred to the Caolu Academy.

As soon as I came to the thatched cottage, I started provoking Ma Ran. I only realized that I was calm after being beaten up.

Perhaps it was because he had been comfortable for too long and hadn't been beaten for too long, and his skin was itchy all over. Wu Di is now going to provoke Lin Qiubai again...

Without Su Qiangwei's ability, he got Su Qiangwei's disease.

Every word and action exudes the smell of dying.

Wan Haihao couldn't figure it out.

How did Wu Di survive until junior high school?

but……

Lin Qiubai's sword skeleton was damaged, and the sword soul was entangled with Wan Haihao's soul and blended together.

Theoretically, his strength is not enough now.

In the face of Wu Di's provocation, what will this former Seven-Rotten Sword Head react?

When Wan Haihao was gloating in his heart, Lin Qiubai just glanced at Wu Di indifferently: "The eyes are good."

"Since you're ready, then..."

"I've made a move."

After speaking, he popped out his right hand and slowly spun his five fingers.

A flash of lightning!

Hundreds of illusory flying swords were generated out of thin air, covering the sky of 500 meters.

Swish! Swish! Swish…

Wan Haihao only heard a slight sound that was undetectable, and felt a chill of cold neck and a hot hot wind rushing towards him.

When he came to his senses, he found an illusory spirit sword full of red hovering around his neck.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Wan Haihao felt that there seemed to be a smell of hot metal ingots spreading between his nose.

Although reason told him that this spiritual sword could not be real, his sensibility made him dare not move.

Wan Haihao's subconscious was warning him crazyly - don't move!

It seems that as soon as it moves, the carotid artery will be cut open immediately and the body and head will be separated!

What does a fire in the city gate affect the fish in the pond?
To be continued...